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timeripple) wrote2007-07-21 03:25 pm
timeripple) wrote2007-07-21 03:25 pm
The Potterdämmerung (I love calling it that, for some reason)
Saw OotP again on Wednesday with a friend. The guy in the ticket booth thought I was English. Why does this always happen? He was from Birmingham himself, though, so I will take that as a compliment. I didn’t mean to sound English; he just started talking with an English accent and I automatically started talking the same way. (Whenever I intend to negate somebody’s assumption about me, I invariably wind up confirming it. See also That Incident at Berkeley with the French Dude.)
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: You sound English.
ME: Re-ally?
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Yeah. Where are you from?
ME: ...Northern California.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Well, you sound English.
ME: Thanks, I think. The Shrek people thought I was Irish.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Huh. Well, enjoy the show.
ME: Thaangks verremach.
There are a very few things I can say with a decent English accent, “Thaangks verremach” being foremost among them. Hee!
And then my friend and the guy from Birmingham got into a friendly argument about Wimbledon.
How did y’all spend the hours leading up to reading DH? I re-read HBP, painted my nails, and wore my Witching Hour t-shirt and ducky socks. The upshot of all this is that my fingernails are now a cross between fuschia and shocking pink. Also, my beloved ducky socks at long last have a hole in the toe. Woe.
At Ye Olde Campus Bookstore Line...
ME: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
...
...The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and St. George!’
EVERYBODY: Shut up, Olivier.
They were handing out little lightning-bolt-shaped fake tattoos with part of the cover illustration on them. I applied mine to a time-honored place of fake tattoo-application.
...
DH: Raaah, I am huge and epic and deep and tragic, and stuff.
ME: Eh. Needs more Draco.
Being misunderused is more annoying than being misunderestimated. Unfortunately I am too apathetic to say any more, or really make any other comments about DH at this time.
...
I was going to get a couple hours of sleep this morning, but lo, the call of the Internet, it, um, calls to me.
...
Laterthatto-day...
ME: *groggy* Minuet in D minor, union of dreamy and kickass... laaa da deeda deedum daaadum... Oh, Bach.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: Um, you’re not on my list of people allowed to be in here.
ME: List? I don’t gotta be on no stinking list. I got ID.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: Technically I should probably kick you out.
ME: I. Have just. Woken up. From my lone 45 minutes of sleep. In the last 30 hours. And all I have eaten today is two cookies and a very large chai latte.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: ...Or, I could not, and say I did.
ME: You are a smart young man. I forsee that you will go far in life.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: You sound English.
ME: Re-ally?
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Yeah. Where are you from?
ME: ...Northern California.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Well, you sound English.
ME: Thanks, I think. The Shrek people thought I was Irish.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Huh. Well, enjoy the show.
ME: Thaangks verremach.
There are a very few things I can say with a decent English accent, “Thaangks verremach” being foremost among them. Hee!
And then my friend and the guy from Birmingham got into a friendly argument about Wimbledon.
How did y’all spend the hours leading up to reading DH? I re-read HBP, painted my nails, and wore my Witching Hour t-shirt and ducky socks. The upshot of all this is that my fingernails are now a cross between fuschia and shocking pink. Also, my beloved ducky socks at long last have a hole in the toe. Woe.
At Ye Olde Campus Bookstore Line...
ME: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
...
...The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and St. George!’
EVERYBODY: Shut up, Olivier.
They were handing out little lightning-bolt-shaped fake tattoos with part of the cover illustration on them. I applied mine to a time-honored place of fake tattoo-application.
...
DH: Raaah, I am huge and epic and deep and tragic, and stuff.
ME: Eh. Needs more Draco.
Being misunderused is more annoying than being misunderestimated. Unfortunately I am too apathetic to say any more, or really make any other comments about DH at this time.
...
I was going to get a couple hours of sleep this morning, but lo, the call of the Internet, it, um, calls to me.
...
Later
ME: *groggy* Minuet in D minor, union of dreamy and kickass... laaa da deeda deedum daaadum... Oh, Bach.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: Um, you’re not on my list of people allowed to be in here.
ME: List? I don’t gotta be on no stinking list. I got ID.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: Technically I should probably kick you out.
ME: I. Have just. Woken up. From my lone 45 minutes of sleep. In the last 30 hours. And all I have eaten today is two cookies and a very large chai latte.
PRACTICE ROOM MONITOR DUDE: ...Or, I could not, and say I did.
ME: You are a smart young man. I forsee that you will go far in life.
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ME: You are a smart young man. I forsee that you will go far in life.
LOL
Anytime you feel like being online and talking, I am now finished with my randomly numbered 607 pages.
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Friday night, I went home from work, dithered about, went to bed, because clearly there are no midnight releases here. Of course, Even at 10:30am, I got mine before all of you.
Saturday morning, I got up a tad bit early, RACED over to the bookstore. Forgot my umbrella and got soaked.
Walked in, picked up two copied, took the wrong bus somewhere and had to grab a taxi to get to work on time. Handed the 2nd book over to Rich, the other teacher.
Taught three classes.
Went and grabbed grub and read for 1.25 hours, up to page 55 in my copy. Kind of a BAD IDEA because then I didn't want to stop, but I had to teach three more classes.
Finally, went home around 8:00 after stocking up on stuff at the convenience store.
Read all night and fell asleep shortly before 7am.